Hail Sithis
by Blue Dartwing
Summary: Because had the Dark Brotherhood held meetings, the traitor would have been found out far more quickly. AU.
1. The Purification

"The ritual of Purification is complete," Lucien announced. "Well done. Sithis has been appeased, and the time has come to acknowledge and reward your unwavering loyalty. The Black Hand is most pleased with your progress. You have been invited to share secrets that few within the Dark Brotherhood even know exist."

Minalri inclined her head in thanks.

"Your life in the Sanctuary is over," he informed her. "Those contracts are behind you. Now, you will serve the Black Hand. You will serve me."

_If this begins to sound any more dodgy_, the Bosmer thought, _I may just run._

"From this moment on, you will walk the shadows as my Silencer. You will receive contracts only from me. Your new life has begun," he continued.

"And what must I do now?" she asked.

"It is quite simply, really. No longer will you receive orders directly. Instead, you will visit dead drop locations scattered throughout Cyrodiil," he explained.

"I see. Do you have my first contract?" she asked.

"Yes, but there are other matters to attend to," Lucien told her. "The Black Hand is having a meeting, Silencers included, to discuss what now happens to Cheydinhal. We are travelling to Bravil to see the Listener."

"A meeting?" she asked.

"I would like to inflate your ego and lie and tell you that it's a celebration that I have a new Silencer, but it's not," he replied dismissively. "Outside is my horse, Shadowmere. You and I are now going to Bravil, where you will meet your fellow Silencers and our Speakers."

"Yes sir," she acknowledged, and they left Farragut.

* * *

**A/N Because honestly, this should have happened. **

**And you may have noticed the change in name. I bow to everyone's general let's-stick-to-the-lore and turned Megami into Minalri. I hate it, but it's happening. **

**Lizabetta**


	2. When Silence Meets

They reached Bravil in a few days, soaking wet and tired, the Silencer clinging on tightly behind her superior like her life depended on it.

"Something wrong, Silencer?" Lucien asked his bodyguard sharply.

"Shadowmere is fast, sir," she replied weakly. "We don't really ride horses in Valenwood."

"No, you don't," Lucien agreed. "To the best of my knowledge you eat them."

They strode up to the stables, Minalri gripping Shadowmere's reins.

"Here is coin enough to look after my horse," Lucien began, handing a tired-looking Breton a pouch of coin. "If any harm comes to her, rest assured I will double that punishment onto you," he warned. The Breton nodding, swallowing nervously, and watched the two figures striding into Bravil.

Minalri had never been to Bravil before, and so was not in the least bit impressed. It was dingy and smelly and covered in mould. Moreover, it was also wet and filthy.

"This is no place for our Listener," she stated quietly to her superior, as they approached a statue of an old lady surrounded by children.

"I would have thought you'd like it," Lucien replied, surprised. "Is it not like Valenwood?"

"_Valenwood_, sir," Minalri began with a sniff, "is _beautiful_. _This_…_city_…is most certainly _not_. Surely Skingrad would have been a more attractive place? Or a stately home somewhere in County Chorrol?"

"But Bravil is discreet, and we don't want to draw attention to ourselves," Lucien replied. "Nobody questions people like us walking around."

"Even you, sir?" she asked. "Your robes aren't exactly inconspicuous."

"Even me," he agreed. "Now come. We need to find Ungolim."

"Lucien," they heard, as they began to move away from the statue. They turned to see a Bosmer man dressed in fine green clothes approach.

"What were you saying about discretion, sir?" Minalri muttered to Lucien. The Bosmer practically emanated the scent of money.

"Quiet," the Imperial murmured.

"And you must be his new Silencer," the Bosmer greeted her. "Come on, the others are waiting."

He led them down a back alley and opened a door Minalri hadn't even seen. It revealed a flight of steps, illuminated by bracketed torches, which the three began to descend.

"Close the door behind you please, Silencer," Lucien ordered the woman. She did so, and they continued down the stairs until they reached another door. Ungolim opened the door and Lucien and Minalri stepped through into a large meeting room.

In the centre of the room was a table with five chairs. Seated at that table were three other figures in black robes – an Altmer, a Dunmer and a Khajiit. Behind the Altmer was a Breton, behind the Dunmer was an Imperial, and behind the Khajiit was a Nord. An Argonian stood behind Ungolim as he took his seat, and Minalri assumed her position behind Lucien.

"Welcome, Brothers and Sisters," Ungolim began, having pulled on his black robes. "We have called this meeting to decide what to do with the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. As you all know, our Sister had the greatest honour of purifying it in Sithis' name not too long ago," he informed them, gesturing to Minalri. She nodded awkwardly. "Obviously, we cannot leave it empty forever. We will need a new Sanctuary and new recruits. For now, we must decide on which person has which job from each of our Sanctuaries."

The Speakers motioned for their Silencers to step back, and the five Silencers sat in the corner and got to know their newest sister.

"So, Lachance's new Silencer is a Bosmer, eh?" the Imperial asked, giving Minalri a charming smile. "I'm Belisarius Arius. I'm Alval's Silencer – he's the Dark Elf." He held out his hand and Minalri looked at it, and him, for a few seconds before taking it and shaking it.

"I am Shaleez," rasped the Argonian woman. "I am Ungolim's Silencer."

"Havilstein Hoar-Blood," the Nord introduced himself. Unlike his peers, he wore furs, instead of the light Shrouded Armour. "I'm J'Ghasta's Silencer."

"And I am Mathieu Bellamont," the last Silencer, the Breton, introduced. "I was once part of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, but Lucien required my services elsewhere, and so gave me to Arquen." He, like Belisarius, held out his hand, and Minalri took it, shaking his hand almost hurriedly and drawing back. She did not like that Breton. His eyes looked merciless and insane. Even his hands were frozen cold.

"I think you're scaring her," Belisarius commented, draping an arm around the Breton. Mathieu scowled.

"Lucien's Silencer would not be scared by a mere handshake," the Breton drawled.

"You have not said a word, Sister," Shaleez noted. "Is something on your mind?"

"No," Minalri stated simply. "I dislike this city and I cannot wait to leave for Cheydinhal."

"I don't blame you," Mathieu sniffed. "This place is filthy."

"It is paradise," Shaleez muttered.

"For an Argonian, most certainly," Belisarius agreed. "However, I am from the Chorrol Sanctuary, and I don't exactly like the damp."

"Suit yourself," the Argonian sighed. "Look, they're finished."

The Speakers had stood and were bidding each other goodbye.

"Shaleez," Ungolim called, and the Argonian padded over to her superior.

"Mathieu, come," Arquen ordered, and stalked out, Mathieu slinking behind her.

"Arius," Alval barked sharply, and the Imperial rolled his eyes and walked out behind the Dunmer, waving to Minalri.

"Havilstein, let's be off, back to…Bruma," J'Ghasta called, shuddering.

The Nord stepped in behind the Khajiit as they left, blending with his shadow despite his great height.

Lucien's eyebrow raised.

"Silencer," he purred, and heard her give off a little noise of annoyance.

"Sir, I do have a name," she pointed out respectfully.

"Yes, you do, don't you?" Lucien patronised. Minalri gave up.

* * *

**A/N EDIT: Watch me fail at the use of the words 'conspicuous' and 'inconspicuous'.**


	3. The Killings

"So in a few days, I shall have a full Sanctuary again," Lucien stated proudly as they entered Fort Farragut. "I stole some murderers from Arquen. I do love taking her toys."

"Do you have my first contract available, sir?" Minalri enquired.

"I do. Go to Hero Hill, and inside a hollowed rock you'll find your contract," Lucien replied. He waved her away. "Go. I do not expect to see you again unless I summon you."

She left.

* * *

Minalri sheathed her bow and slid behind the Necromancer. Her hand slipped inside his satchel and drew out the Sands of Time. As it left him, he choked and fell, and the Bosmer looted his body, then his cave. She fled, out the cave and into fresh air.

Once she was in the open, she pulled out her Dead Drop orders and reread them.

Her next contract could be found in a sack at the foot of the Great Oak.

* * *

Her second contract was to eliminate a whole family scattered throughout Cyrodiil. And when she read the Dead Drop, Minalri couldn't help but smile. This would be interesting.

* * *

Perennia Draconis made the polite delivery girl tea, and they sat and chatted together. She left to go check her pie, and when she came back, she took another sip of her tea. Paralysis seared through her veins.

"The Unholy Matron demands your soul, mother Draconis," the delivery girl said softly, and stabbed her through the heart with an ebony dagger.

Perennia led her straight to her family.

* * *

Matthias never questioned the Bosmer who invited him along to the tavern for a dinner date. When she led him outside with a few bottles of wine, he thought his luck was made.

They lay under the stars, and she offered him the first sip from the bottle. He took it, and died in silent agony.

Lucien's apples made perfect poison, Minalri thought, satisfied. And the calamity would be blamed on the Inn keeper.

* * *

Andreas had been proud of his inn; very proud, and when one of his mother's friends popped over, a Bosmer he'd never heard of, he was happy.

And when he was lying in a pool of his own blood, and the Bosmer was sobbing to the Legionnaire because he attacked her first, he was still proud of himself for trying to kill the bitch who'd killed his mother.

* * *

Sibylla had foregone human emotions a long time ago; the animals were all she needed. They were her friends and family.

But when she heard them roaring, saw them running towards her with their teeth bared, fear shot through her, and also despair. Her second family had betrayed her, and now they tore her apart and feasted on her.

Command Animal was a wonderful power to have, Minalri thought lazily, patting the back of a lioness that sidled, purring, up to her.

* * *

Caelia would have to rethink her idea of Bosmer; originally, she had considered them to be sneaky thieves and no-do-gooders. But the pleasant Wood Elf woman in front of her laughed with a high girly giggle and smiled charmingly over a goblet of Tamika's finest.

And when the girl gave off an admiring gasp at the sight of her flawless steel sword, she was more than happy to let her hold it.

She seemed a little odd in the head, babbling nonsensically over the sword, testing it. Then she excused herself from Caelia's house, handing her back the sword blade-first.

When Caelia's hand touched the hilt she was burned into ashes, beyond recognition.

Minalri, jumping idly from out of the window, considered being able to enchant a wonderful skill.

* * *

**A/N Because Minalri is a cold-hearted bitch.**


	4. Compromised

What she considered odd was how quickly Lucien's writing had changed. And his entire way of phrasing things.

A sudden madness had crept into his usually cool words. Either he'd changed his handwriting or someone else was writing her contracts.

Her target was a Khajiit in Bruma called J'Bassa. He was good at hand to hand and had apparently snubbed a rich noble's daughter. Lucien advised her not to look at him. Once again, odd.

The contract gave her the location of the Khajiit's house and she set off.

* * *

She took Shadowmere up to Bruma and was about to ask for directions when she heard a voice calling her name.

"Minalri!"

She turned around, and saw an Imperial man waving at her. On closer inspection it was Belisarius Arius, out of his Shrouded Armour and smiling.

"What are you doing in Bruma?" he asked. "Ah, don't tell me – business, am I right?"

"Yeah," she muttered. "I'm after a Khajiit in Bruma."

Arius frowned.

"A Khajiit in Bruma? But the only Khajiit in Bruma is J'Ghasta," he began, confused. Minalri froze.

"Arius? Where does J'Ghasta live?" she asked slowly.

Belisarius pointed to a house down the street, ad Minalri sucked in a breath.

"J'Bassa. J'Ghasta," she whispered. It all made sense now.

Someone else really _was_ writing her contracts.

* * *

"So you think someone is intercepting your contracts?" Arius asked, having fetched J'Ghasta. They were sitting in the local pub, eating, and considering what to do next.

"Yes," she stated. "The writing has completely changed." She pulled out her second and third dead drop notes. "Look."

It was true; Lucien's neat script had been replaced by something scrawled and rushed.

"This is not Lucien's writing," J'Ghasta muttered. "J'Ghasta knows Lucien's writing. This one cannot tell you whose writing the other's is."

"I'm sure I've seen this before," Arius muttered. "Someone I know writes like this."

"Who?" Minalri asked. "Because we could have just found the traitor."

"I can't remember," he admitted. "If I do, I'll tell you."

She sighed. Perfect. They had a lead and now the Imperial couldn't remember anything.

"I must return to Lucien," she informed them, standing up. "I think we need to hold another meeting."

* * *

"Sir."

Lucien turned to see his Silencer standing behind him.

"What is it?" he asked irritably. "We do not see each other unless _I_ summon _you_."

She held up the papers.

"Your dead drops have been compromised, sir," she informed him, handing him the orders. "I went to every last one of them. I checked the leads. They all point to members of the Black Hand. The Silencers and the Speakers."

She held up her hand.

"J'Ghasta was renamed J'Bassa and framed for snubbing a noble's daughter." She ticked off a finger. "Shaleez was renamed Shi'Val and framed as being a psychopath." She ticked off the second finger. "Alval Uvani was renamed Drelas Uvalis and framed for being unfaithful. Havilstein Hoar-Blood was renamed Frodir the Cold and cited as being a barbarian warlord. Ungolim was renamed Glatho and framed for being an unwanted stalker. Arquen was renamed Eironwey and said to be a murdering prostitute. Belisarius Arius was cited to have been a traitor that needed destroying. And my last contract was supposedly from a replacement Speaker, informing me that you were the traitor and I was to meet up with another Silencer to take you down."

Lucien was silent.

"We're going to Bravil," he finally snarled.

* * *

**A/N My friends, please don't expect this to be long and drawn out. It's short. Very short.**


	5. The Brotherhood Would Dearly Pay

They followed Ungolim down the dark tunnel again, this time in silence, until they got to the meeting room.

"This is a serious issue," the Bosmer male began solemnly. "The traitor managed to compromise our Sister's dead drops and switch the contracts, making us the targets."

"Oh, it's obviously not a fake dead drop!" Arquen burst out. "It should be clear to us _all_ that Lucien has faked his handwriting and set his guard dog upon us!"

"Hold your tongue, Arquen!" Ungolim barked. "You are accusing Speaker Lachance without any proof!"

"Proof?" she squeaked. "He agreed to a Purification! It's _his_ dead drops that were 'compromised' and no one else's. The proof is on the table!" she added, pointing a shaking finger at the orders.

"Careful, Arquen," Lucien warned her softly. "You don't want to do that."

"Do not accuse the Speaker because he has a few of your best initiates!" Ungolim snapped at her.

"This has nothing to do with-!" Arquen began with a squeak of indignation, but Ungolim held up a hand to cut her off.

"Brother Belisarius says he knows this handwriting. I want all of us here to give a sample of our handwriting," Ungolim ordered.

"What if it's his Silencer?" Arquen screeched. "What if the _Bosmer_ is the traitor and we've invited a viper into our midst?"

"The only viper is standing behind you," Belisarius broke in. "I've remembered whose handwriting it is."

They all turned to face him.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Altmer demanded. "What are you saying?"

"That handwriting, Speaker Arquen," Belisarius began, "belongs to _your_ Silencer. The dead drops were compromised by none other than Mathieu Bellamont."

* * *

A maniacal laugh burst from Bellamont's throat. Ungolim was suddenly choking on a dagger.

"You killed my mother, Lachance!" he snarled, pointing at Lucien.

"Kill him!" Arquen barked, and all hell broke loose.

Bellamont slid through the arms, spells and daggers that went for him. Shaleez jumped at him and staggered back with a shiv in her shoulder. When Arius tried to restrain him, Bellamont broke his arm, and when Hoar-Blood swung the axe at him, Bellamont wound beneath it and Hoar-Blood hit a chair instead.

"I'm not afraid to gut you, Bellamont," Minalri said quietly.

"Oh, sweet Bosmer," Mathieu laughed, "you should have just followed my orders."

They fought, using hand to hand combat as the Bosmer parried and blocked the Breton's onslaught.

"If you'd followed my orders," Bellamont began, breathing heavily, "I wouldn't have had to kill you so quickly."

He punched her in the stomach and she doubled over, breathing ragged. Mathieu shoved her aside and dived for Lucien with his sword. The Speaker parried the hit, as the Breton began to recite poetry.

"Father prayed and guess who came, the hooded man in Sithis' name," he cackled. "Who left but then he came once more to pass through window, wall and door."

He unleashed a brutal hit on the Speaker's arm, which Lucien deflected, but it jarred him.

"I lie in fear my mouth agape as wicked blade did cleave your nape, for I was watching 'neath the bed to see the falling of your head," he continued. Minalri began to pick herself up off the floor and Mathieu kicked her down again.

Arquen shouted something incoherent and Bellamont threw a silencing spell at her.

"And when your face lie on the floor our loving eyes did meet once more, and so I pledged to you that day the Brotherhood would dearly pay," he snarled, as Minalri rolled away from his kicks. "And just as they took me from you I'd find and kill their mother too."

Minalri back against the wall, casting a quick healing spell. The moment Mathieu was open, she was going to need to be ready.

"But there's one place I'll need to start and that's with father's beating heart and when that's done I'll sing and dance to celebrate a dead Lachance!" he snarled, catching Lucien unawares and stabbing him in the shoulder.

"_Kill him, kill him, kill him_," he seethed beneath his breath, drawing back his arm.

Minalri grabbed his arm and twisted it behind him, burying Bellamont's blade in his own back.

"Night Mother loves you," she rasped mockingly, and gutted him. She twisted the blade for good measure and he collapsed. And when he was down, she raised her foot and stomped on his neck.

Bellamont's spine broke.

Lucien stood up as his Silencer approached him.

"Sir, you are wounded," she began.

"I am aware, Silencer," he informed her. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and then soothing healing magic spread across his skin. "That was welcome but unnecessary."

"Of course, sir," she said respectfully, and stepped away.

"Our Listener is dead," Arquen began mournfully.

Minalri had grown tired of this Altmer already.

"Quiet!" she snapped. "Do us all a favour and pick his body up."

"How dare you talk to me like that!" Arquen growled. "I am your Speaker!"

"No," Minalri interrupted. "Speaker Lachance is my Speaker. You were the traitor's Speaker." She tilted her head sideways. "Perhaps, Arquen, you aided him?..."

"Do not make false allegations without proof!" the Altmer shouted.

"But you were fully prepared to do so for _my_ Speaker earlier," Minalri pointed out. Her eyes narrowed. "I'm not a doormat, Arquen."

"Enough of this," Alval Uvani sighed. "We must go choose a new Listener. Leave the bodies here; we will bury Ungolim later."

"May I deal with this insubordination?" Arquen spat, gesturing to Minalri.

"Lay a hand on my Silencer," Lucien's voice drifted across the room menacingly, "and you will have _no_ hands."

Arquen's arm dropped to her side.

"Let us confer with the Night Mother," she said through gritted teeth.

* * *

**A/N Because Arquen deserves a word-bashing. **


	6. My Listener

"Unholy Matron, we of the Black Hand beseech you. Reveal yourself now, most magnificent Night Mother so that we may seek your guidance," Arquen grovelled.

"By Talos," the Bosmer muttered to Arius, whose arm was in a makeshift sling, "that is _disgusting_." The Imperial could only nod sympathetically. They had drugged him on Moon Sugar.

The statue writhed, curling back to reveal a trapdoor.

"Silencers and Speakers, proceed," Arquen announced curtly, and they climbed down the trapdoor.

Inside the crypt, a ghostly woman stood to meet them.

"What is the meaning of this desecration?" she demanded. "Who has disturbed my ancient slumber?"

"Dearest Night Mother, most Unholy Maiden, please, we beg your mercy in this our time of need," Arquen pleaded. "The Black Hand seeks your guidance."

"Ah yes, I have been expecting you," the Night Mother recalled. "The Listener now kneels by Sithis. There was a traitor amongst you."

"The traitor is dead, dear mother, we have come now to seek your blessing," Arquen reassured her. "Anoint one of us as your Listener so that we can restore the Black Hand."

"Of course," the Night Mother soothed, and Arquen grew a foot taller it seemed.

The ghost looked around, seemingly looking for someone.

"Ah, Minalri, dear," she cooed. "Please, come forward."

Minalri fought to keep the smirk from her face as she watched Arquen. Truly, the woman looked like someone had shoved a hammer into her extremities.

"So, at last we meet. I have been following your strange journey through the Dark Brotherhood, little one," the Night Mother began gently. "Your killing of the old man Baenlin…the execution of Adamus Phillida…the way you stalked and killed each member of the Draconis family…Your Purification of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary…"

The woman gave a warm smile.

"You used your initiative rather than simply follow your orders – imagination, and the courage to take risks – that is part of being a Dark Sister, after all," the ghost praised. "You are perfect." She sighed. "If only my other children had served me so well! You see, I have known of Mathieu Bellamont's intentions since he was just a boy. I knew of his thirst for vengeance. I could have informed my Listener. But I refused!" she hissed.

"I refused to reward such incompetence! Ungolim was weak. Indeed, I allowed Mathieu Bellamont to proceed on his destructive course. Just as I allowed you to intercept him," the ghost continued.

"Then our destinies were interwoven?" the Bosmer asked quietly.

"Yes, dear child! Yes! The Dread Father foresaw it all! You were meant to kill the traitor! You were meant to be named Listener of the Black Hand!" the Night Mother crowed. "You possess strength, cunning, and a heart as black as midnight. You were marked by Sithis the moment you emerged from your mother's womb."

"So, what happens to me now, Night Mother?" Minalri asked.

"Go. Take a few moments to collect yourself. Meditate upon all that has transpired. Help yourself to any treasures this crypt may offer," the Night Mother ordered. "When you are ready, speak with me again, and I will deliver you safely to the only place you can truly call home – the Cheydinhal Sanctuary!"

Minalri paused.

"With all due respect, madam," she began, "that is not something you tell a Bosmer."

Minalri took what she wanted, and turned around to face her Mother once more.

"I trust you've weighed the importance of your new position. For you will soon hear words that will change lives, alter destinies," the ghost informed her. "Once you leave, you will be unable to return. Now, are you ready to begin your new life?"

"Yes, Night Mother," Minalri replied.

"Lucien will go with you to the Cheydinhal Sanctuary. He will continue to be its master," the Night Mother added. "Before I send you away, however, I would like to present you with a rather special reward. I see you still possess the Blade of Woe, the weapon given to you by Lucien Lachance when you first me. Allow me to unlock its true power!"

She held a hand over the blade and it glowed. "Yes, you will now find the Blade of Woe a bit more…potent than it once was. Now go. Leave this crypt, and serve our Dread Father 'til your dying breath!"

* * *

Minalri woke up on her back on the floor in the Sanctuary. Lucien was sitting next to her.

"My Listener?" he asked.

"Come here," she muttered, beckoning him over. "Help me up," she ordered. The Imperial helped her to her feet, brow raised.

"You are not, I hope, going to make a habit of this?" he enquired. "Because I am not a nursemaid."

"That you are not," the Bosmer agreed. "Come on. We have work to do."


	7. The End

"You wished to see me, Listener?" Lucien asked.

"Speaker," she acknowledged. "I require your assistance."

"What seems to be the problem, Listener?" he asked.

"You have been stealing my attention," she told him plainly.

"You have many things to be taught," he replied.

"I did not say you have been stealing my time," she informed him.

"Ah," the Imperial began, "I see."

"You interest me," she continued. "Somewhat more than the other men I've ever met."

"Do you expect me to do something?" he enquired.

"No," she stated, and turned away. "You may go. I merely required you to know the situation."

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Listener," he apologised. "You see, you have caught my attention also."

Lucien twisted her around and pinned her against the table.

* * *

She woke up on her front this time, head buried beneath Lucien's jaw, lying on her bed.

"I didn't realise you were so interested in Bosmer," she commented softly.

"I'm not," he replied. "It is just a matter of destiny that you are a Wood Elf."

"Lucien," she began. Then she bit her lip, unsure of how to proceed. The Imperial sat up, looking down at her expectantly.

"Stay," she finally blurted out. "I want to know more about you. You're so calculated and cold…and emotionless."

"I am not emotionless," the man laughed. "There are merely emotions that I have chosen not to use. They would not work in my line of business."

"So what about love?" she asked. "You gave me Shadowmere as a token of your 'love', but was it actually?"

He was silent for a while.

"Love is not an emotion best suited to a killer," he finally began. "Shadowmere was a reward for your excellent work. I merely told you it was a gift of our Family."

"I see," she sighed.

"It is not a word I use lightly, either. It is not familiar to me. I have not shared something deeper than a single night in a long time," he added. Then he paused. "But, I suppose for my Listener, I could use it again."

She looked up at him. Then she bit him on the neck. Lucien hissed.

"By Sithis! What was that for?" he demanded.

"Just testing the water," she informed him.

* * *

Thus it was that the Dragonborn came to be born several hundred years earlier than she would have otherwise been, and she screwed over the Aldmeri Dominion with her aunt.

* * *

**A/N Because I'm a procrastinator. **


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